"Mom, can I borrow some money?"
"How much?"
"Five hundred."
"You have that much, easily."
"Yes, but the Fatman wants cash, and if I take it out of the bank...."
"I understand."
"That much gets us started. He said the average cost is about fifteen hundred."
"We can help you."
"He will give me a tracker to put in the car. My name is on the title, so it's legal."
Mom said nothing.
"I can have pictures, or catch them in the act."
Mom let pretty ramble on.
"I don't even know the fatman's name, he calls himself Mick Jagger."
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